History ...
(C) NIK-O / 08/03/98 / 21: 20: 36
Hello! As you remember in the past
issue was mentioned that the small pages
newspaper will publish the stories are different, so I decided
to print something for Masha Kr. NEWS ...
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"WHEN SKRYBOCHKINU was bad
He was looking for, to whom did worse ... "
BRAKE - three heads.
Witches Kapronihi exploded moonshine. Barked, as the last
reactor of the former Soviet manufacture.
And while the old woman struggled with a fire in a closet among
Barabash and spiders, her grandson Brake felt for myself
clearer escape on the street, where he spent rest of the night,
picking his nose and frightening stray animals.
Dawn while he loved. Not because of
heat - in December in thong on his bare
leg, even at midday is not evaporated - and on
because of increasing visual appearance. Because the nutrients
in the bins are already visible eye, but to fight
due to the early hours yet no one, except
perhaps, greedy for vitamins Veterans
labor. Today ma first time he had
a lot of bread, a small second - soaked
soup kalbasnye cleaning orange
the crust was still alive pigeon. Whose use is not, and tied
with a thread of foot to breathe the air before dinner.
Above all, happened in a tank beside musornonom
posudohozyaysvennogo store candy cane. Which was difficult to
believe, because it was the first in the life of brakes. Yet,
having overcome horror, he quickly put his candy in his pocket
and, without looking back, ran away. And then long before most
of morning trolley buses, rushed through the streets, breaking
the thin crust of ice maiden, and pounding the windows of
five-story building, showed a sleepy citizens happy
discovery, laughed, blew his nose bubbles
invented words, and told his
life.
Like any man who used to
offend Brake different practical
mind and is now going to share pleasure
between his two brides and Katka
Masha - student of 9 th grade - for
that at every meeting they have long
lovingly laughed in his face and allowed
dokurivat their cigarettes, and sometimes went into the
basement and allowed to touch themselves under clothing - and
then beat, beat, beat him in the dark with her beautiful young
feet, and the brakes felt good and
madly. To such an extent that he was shaking, weakened by all
its internal members and lost consciousness. Bride soon
had to go to school, they both lived in
one entrance, and waited patiently for the brake
on a bench near the house, when to meet
appeared precinct lieutenant - Skrybochkin, starayushiysya
stand at an angle degrees to the horizon at least 30, and with
These voluntary druzhinnik Stepan Shmonalov: yesterday they
were fighting the cold on city streets, until Shmonalova not
ran out of money, and now both going to go home. When a
precinct brake jumped off the bench
and respectful signs began to turn out his pockets.
- Ah, the moronic, - said wearily
Skrybochkin. - Well, as it zhist?
- Abo-bou!. - Happily nodded Brake
and shifting, took out leg started thaw a little candy-shook her
the nose Skrybochkina.
- As-sa-Atri ... fohvetka, plate!
- Look, brother, current now fools us
and respect, "the lieutenant blinked. - More
no.
- And then Shaw in his hand? - Surprised
Shmonalov always hungry because of the imposed upon him
tremendous support order. - Zakus, no?
- Wait a poglyadim - Skrybochkin imperiously
leaned his hand on the ground and beckoned Brakes
head: - Let's, presenting confectionery.
- And of th-em, - he shook his body, but
stepped closer. - M-Wash-Gough-ha-ta,
badge!
- Oh well! Hence, do not obey
officer? - The district has rolled out eye
apples out and held out his hand, took a
him candy. - Confiscate your thing as
illegal product. Go, while most of
slammer is not planted!
- Chi, maybe it had a bomb zamaskirovataya. And look at it
hinders svolochenok - Shmonalov upset.
He suffered from stomach. Recently, he argued with
Skrybochkinym on a box of vodka that in one sitting will eat it
discarded shoes with laces. And eat, of course, to win ... On
the same night He was taken to the hospital and barely saved
from nonhuman alcohol poisoning. C
He has since suffered stomach. Precinct,
Though held in the heart of that, of all
box he got only half the bottle, but
Yet sympathy for someone.
- Feeding - he gave candy and went Shmonalovu delshe.
Brake stood down vyvorochennoy jaw and silently watched the
departing. How could they have known, that the world is for He
lost the internal image. Brakes was 48 years old and until
death do not represented about sweets, but now he had been
deceived. He stood there, trying to find sense of himself, and
finds nothing.
And then he went around the city.
He walked, and her tears are gathering dust
wind, made on the asphalt patches. And a huge tongue of his,
never placed in the mouth, disturbed and scared to look ahead
passers-by.
He was alone and feverish thought
currently in the middle of an imperfect world where
have the hunger and injustice, and Katka
and Masha, maybe hiding in the basement with
someone else to eat ice cream, and on television handed new
awards and quite strange people shooting at each another
missile, Blaha to say "People" and shouting "Hurrah!" Instead of
to be honest inflate condom,
large, white, in which they Vitko
Parakhin poured, Honour, a bucket
Cold water from the tap and threw a
New Year's Eve from the balcony on someone's head, and
Skrybochkin chasing them with pistol holster, which hid
salted cucumber, nothing can he not
do such ryaha health, so that now a stranger eat candy,
because the time for Democrats to mitenge
piece of the fence himself, and tepet goes all possible,
though, of course, like so his stomach cut open and a little
guts out to get him to see when
you eat it, or better yet
liver something fresh, and the bladder
to celebrate the ball with whistles, what dad
(The cart before ridden) for scrap
exchange, while for him to plunder the boys
"Pine" is not thrown by the collar, so as not to
lived, and then maybe the world made sense,
that do not get more than a never was, but just disappeared
food, and the universe rocking around its dark, but not to
fall to the time in different directions, and
stupid accident of its physiological
devices are now becoming the ultimate ...
He walked around the city until the evening,
crying and laughing, picking pieces of hair,
shouting the last word through the foam okruzhayushey
atmosphere, and he shied away trams. And then suddenly
irreparable calm descended upon him.
Brake returned home, where, besides
Kapronihi long ago no one there.
Because his mother, according to Vic
Parahkina was the secret astronaut and
could have time to announce his name, and
father of the fifteenth year he worked in the Komsomol
construction site for the rape and there is not written. The
old witch had slept with black face, sitting on a chair. Brake
afraid that it will interfere. Therefore,
gently took her by the throat and began choking him.
It seems Kaproniha not even had time to wake up: jerked twice
and wet, returned to the silence. Brake laughed
happy laugh, wandered around the room;
thumbed through the phone directory; collected
All that is needed in most economic
bag and wearing a shabby coat, bell-like
from hanging on his awards and medals, walked out the door.
He walked down the street with both feet, shod in rubber
flip-flops, and wide Smiling, he said the counter girls:
- Gy-s! Obi-byatelna! Boo-oo!
And the medals and decorations sparkled in the sun.
Because he nachishal them every day.
He loved the awards. Loved every medal
and each award separately, as a native
children, because they all got
considerable blood. Nobody asked how.
But many people noticed, especially on the day of Victory: The
brake is attached either to some tipsy and led him into the
dark bushes inside the city, and then - on the beach is not
frequented Karasun legality, or just stealthily followed behind
until he could see from the ... The next day at the awards it
transparent to the elbows jacket was adding a few more.
... Finding listed in the telephone
reference address, he called to the apartment. The door opened
a young woman with pale hair and big eye sockets:
- Who do you want? - She asked, and stepped back, she called:
- Grysha! It must, before you pryyshly!
- Agy-gy-gu, - nodded Brake, splashing
saliva. - Sisa grandfather bo-bo! - He took
of the bag big kitchen
a knife with a long blunt from cutting chicken rezhushimi edges
and slashed the woman under Adam's apple. She did not have
time. Only allowed themselves the blood and pumped sinewy legs,
boots rashristav rug.
- Gy-ah - moved his throat killer.
And taking her by the hair, severed with a knife
former head of the body. At this time
Corridor Shmonalov:
- Shaw's that, eh? Shaw is the ... - And stopped short, not
believing vile space.
- Ahfetu ziv! -Menacingly marched
He brake. -May-Toch ... goguhpeta bula,
badge, dah tysh ziv!
- Sho-sho? - Muttered the landlord, backing away until he ran
into a Finnish wall.
- Pobuchi, Fuk! - Whispered the brake and the
one movement of a wide blade to his stomach opened the abuser.
He took his crawl gut and pulled across the room. Past the
table, above the seat, around the TV.
- God - was surprised Shmonalov - where are
you them ... - And resisting removal, caught with his hand over
like a snake is reddish-Pearl tape
crawling out of his belly. - Give it back, saying nazat! - Both
pulled in different hand, the intestine was stripped of my
brakes and, sprinkling in different directions, hit
Shmonalova face.
- Ah-ah-ahl - breathing it in blood. Then
looked at the clock and getting up on all fours, hurried to the
door, though long-running late for work.
Brake caught up with him in the hallway and habitual traffic
already cut his screams and weeping head. Then he sighed
loudly, smiled, looked around and went to wipe the face of the
curtain and hands. Hesitated a bit.
Then his eyes fell on standing in
wall, on glass shelves, full
candy crystal vase.
He laughed. Grabbed a vase and threw
in the corridor, where lay severed heads,
long and scored their nezhevye as iron,
mouths "Squirrel" and "Southern Star".
Not yet filled them to overflowing, so that
candy stuck between his teeth fell out and out.
Only then did he contentedly
wiped the sweat from his forehead and took the former
Shmonalova and his wife's hair, walked into the street.
The evening ended and the sky now seemed quite close to him
only not enough ladders to climb and
feel his warm darkness, where
probably no more overpopulation, as in
Yekaterinodar and apartments can prodavtsya not only to
refugees from the hot points. Stars shining overhead, asking
nothing in return, and the brake to take this opportunity
mastered energy Our universe, in fact, weak and
naked body.
Then he drove home in the bus,
Sitting in place for the disabled and setting
two heads on her lap. People around
tried not to cuddle up close to
does not stain clothes in blood, but was
usual cramped, so no, no and yes
pressed someone Plush or skirt
disapproving grumbling and pushing elbows
on both sides.
- Otkul candy, son? asked the old woman hanging from the top
somewhere between Lenin and the World.
- On the commemoration - and grumbled brake,
marveling at his own intelligibility, turned to the window.
Streets were moving past. And he went,
shuddering with the seat for children and
disabled, and mused about the unusual noun in the world. Quiet
and tired people.
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